Chapter 413 Hazel Sullivan’s Origins — Stolen Genes

• Hazel didn’t understand what Grandpa was saying. She clutched his weathered hand, lay by the bedside with tears in her eyes, and whispered, “Grandpa, did you forget me?”
• Henry Sullivan, doting as ever, reached out to rub Hazel’s small head. “Hazel, in the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so much. You used to be such a tiny thing. Now you’re all grown up.”
• “Yeah, Grandpa, I’ve grown up. You slept for such a long, long time.”